once upon a tale, in a love far away

~A siren’s long-distance lament

From petalled lips I long to sip sweet honeysuckle’s wine
Strings of my corset loosening, libation spills my lust
On loam implanting roots with love—a wild Barossa vine
Oh, scatter seeds and yield to me, between my lips combust
Let slip your merlot down my throat and let me sate my glut
For I am one athirst, adrift, delirious on a sea
Of salted tears I cannot drink, and therein lies the cut
The bottles blue as shells untouched: a sailor’s remedy
When miles away from tangible caresses on one’s skin
A buxom manatee wades by, with folds of slippery flesh
The sun beats down relentlessly; hallucination wins
You dive into the coolness, tumbling deftly with a splash
‘Tis I, my love, I sing to you—come warm my watery bed
Forsake the other world you knew, come love with me instead.